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Rhythm: The docking of the Jinyu artificial island is still under study.

Lifeng: It's a little problem.

"However, we'll be able to..."

Li Feng frowned and typed, before he could type out the follow-up, he couldn't restrain himself from "Ah, cut!", making himself dizzy.

"Lawyer, do you want to fight like this?"

Qu Fei, who accompanied Lu Feng to the infirmary for infusion, couldn't stand it any longer, "You're going to faint from burns, and you still don't forget to play with your phone."

Li Feng tried his best to open his eyes, continued to frown, edited the message, and sent it out.

- We'll get to that soon, though.Don't worry, I'm off to work.

He finally put down his phone, feeling overwhelmed by fatigue, "What are you playing with your phone, I'll report you're safe."

Li Feng's voice was extremely weak.

He fell on the bed as if he gave up resisting, gave up opening his eyes, and finally he could enjoy the torment of the pain and the cold medicine slowly injected into the blood vessels.

The docking project of Changlang artificial island is going well. According to the usual practice, with the successful experience of Longlang Island, the docking work of Jinyu should be smoother.

However, after they came to Jinyu artificial island, they encountered a problem that they couldn't tell Yin Yiqiao.

The island has built a service area for the future South China Sea Tunnel, integrating leisure, sightseeing and emergency rescue.

Long before the cross-sea bridge entered the deep sea, the construction of the service area of ​​Jinyu artificial island began.

However, when the cross-sea bridge from Treasure Island was about to land on Jinyu Artificial Island, they discovered——

There was an error in the reserved landing gate.

The landing position of the cross-sea bridge is nearly [-] meters away from the trestle reserved for Jinyu artificial island. Forcible landing on the island will make the bridge deck steeper and affect the driving of vehicles on the expressway.

Either the bridge or the island must be changed, otherwise the sea-crossing bridge cannot be docked smoothly as planned.

When the person in charge of the artificial island heard this result, the scene was ashen.

All engineering projects are constructed according to the drawings, and a major project like the Nanhai Tunnel will be worth a thousand miles if it is missed.

The ten-meter error directly caused nearly a million losses...

Not to mention accountability!

The loss is a small matter, but the cross-sea bridge must be landed on the island smoothly.

They calculated the error, discussed countermeasures overnight, and decided to redesign a circular ramp near the Jinyu artificial island to connect Jinyu Island by slowing down and detouring.

Of course, the trestles reserved for the artificial island and the completed construction on the island surface must also be changed.

The reconstruction of bridges and islands was carried out at the same time, and the whole atmosphere was as solemn as the eve of typhoon Lisu.

Everyone was on the alert, working overtime to modify the design drawings, in order to submit for approval as soon as possible and solve the error problem.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters, Li Feng has seen it all.

To make matters worse, he had just spent half a month on the Jinyu artificial island when he suddenly opened his eyes the day before yesterday——

"Ah!"

Li Feng was wrapped in the bed in the infirmary, even if his fingertips were curled up in the thin quilt, it couldn't stop the coldness caused by the liquid flowing into his arms.

Every time he sneezed, he closed his eyes tightly in pain.

This state of not being able to fall asleep peacefully, and not being able to change the map conscientiously, is almost as painful as being sentenced to death.

After Qu Fei finished speaking with the doctor, he came over to look at the old patient.

"The doctor said, you are overworked, you have a fever and a cold, you must take a good rest, and you have to come here for an infusion every day."

He shook the list in his hand, "I'll help you take sick leave with Master. Just lie down and the nurse will take care of you, ah."

Apart from closing his eyes and giving a feeble "hmm" to express his agreement, Li Feng had no way to object.

Headache, nasal congestion, sneezing from time to time, this may be the weakest state of Lifeng in the past ten years.

He didn't catch a cold in Wuque Mountain at -[-] degrees below zero, and he didn't have a fever in the ordinary working shed in Li'an Port. In the end, he came to the safe and comfortable Jinyu artificial island. He collapsed after drawing a few days. He was so fragile. He despises.

It's a pity that Li Feng doesn't even have the energy to despise himself.

His mind was full of design drawings, trying to extend new lines in his thoughts, but gradually lost to his exhausted spirit.

The dizzy mind throbbed with the icy cold liquid.

Lu Feng fell asleep in a trance, and when he closed his eyes, he could remember Yin Yiqiao's worried gaze.

He didn't want to tell his brother in WeChat that he was sick.

It seems to be very weak, and reveals a coquettish grievance.

However, once he falls asleep, he cannot do without Yin Yiqiao's shadow in his dreams.

He still remembers the foolishness of trying to rely on his righteousness to survive his illness in England.

In the end, it was Yin Yiqiao who called the family doctor and let him feel the luxury of capitalism.

And the warm embrace that wraps him tightly.

People who are sick are inevitably vulnerable.

Even with his eyes closed, Lifeng could feel the longing in Li'an Port, the scalding heat from his beating heart, and resisted the cold input from the back of his hand for him.

"—Law worker, lawyer worker."

Li Feng opened his eyes in a daze, and found that the nurse in the infirmary woke him up.

"The infusion is over, it's time to get the needle."

Li Feng lifted the quilt and sat up, covered in hot sweat, slowly stretched out his hand.

"

Ahhh! "

Maybe it's a good night's sleep.

Maybe it was a small infusion operation that helped him dispel the illness.

Still dying in the morning, Li Feng, who couldn't even open his eyes, walked out of the infirmary and went to the temporary office without even thinking about it.

The Jinyu artificial island service area is spacious for everyone, and the casual food street is stacked among the high-rise buildings, where passengers can get off the bus to eat and rest.

The viewing platform is like an open sea clam, softly sticking out of the hinterland, providing the best place to watch the sea and the bridge.

The emergency rescue center is close to the coast, like a coral reef under a sea clam, connecting the gap between the viewing platform and the sea-crossing bridge.

Li Feng looked at the iron-gray "broken bridge" that could not extend into the island in the distance, and said "Ah, cut!" in pain, and walked into the temporary office set up in the emergency rescue center.

He has not been able to knock on the door and join the battle of changing the map.

Then I found Qu Fei yelling loudly against the window.

"It's okay, it's really okay, he didn't tell you because he was afraid that you would worry. It's a small cold, there is a medical team on the island to take care of the construction team, give me a fluid—"

Qu Fei's words were suddenly stuck in the middle, "Ahem, I have something to do, I'm hanging up."

He pretended to cough twice, hung up the phone, then frowned, and asked, "Lu Feng, why are you going back to sleep? I've already asked for leave for you."

"Can't sleep, aren't we short of people? I'll come... come..."

Lu Feng said "Ah Qie", continuing what he said earlier, "Come here and change the picture!"

"Don't." Qu Fei stretched out his hand and grabbed Lu Feng and walked out, "I promised Master that I would watch you take a good rest before I came to work. If he saw that you were seriously ill and came here to change the picture, he would definitely criticize me. "

It is important to modify the design drawing of the bridge and add a circular ramp.

But the design team has nearly 11 people, and there are also engineers who are responsible for calculations. No matter how overtime and rush work, there is not one patient who persists in spite of illness.

Even if Li Feng is physically strong and his arms are running horses, he can't match the 1.9-meter strong man and forcibly took him away.

When the sea breeze blew, his head hurt even more, and he frowned and said, "I promise not to stay up all night, and I will rest when I finish painting."

"No, colds are contagious, and you alone can defeat our entire team. There is a shortage of people, and the group of sloppy designers for the second construction has not come. If there are two more, we will never even think about repairing the bridge."

Qu Fei didn't give in at all, and pushed Lu Feng to the observation battery car outside, "Get in the car, I'll take you to the dormitory."

However, before the car started, Qu Fei's cell phone rang crazily.

"The designer of the Second Construction is here." Weng Chengxian said calmly.

Qu Fei exploded immediately, "Fuck! Which bastard drew the wrong picture! I'll come right over!"

The culprit who made a wrong drawing of the construction map of the artificial island and had to add a circular ramp to the cross-sea bridge landed on the island, and Qu Fei couldn't care less about sending Lu Feng back to the dormitory.

When the enemy is present, it is natural to share the same enemy.

What's more, half of the second construction designer is responsible for Lu Feng's crooked appearance!

Qu Fei, who was burning with anger, drove the battery car like a motorcycle.

Li Feng's head was aching, but the cool wind blew too much, which actually lowered the temperature a lot.

Qu Fei was on the verge of going to the designer to settle accounts.

Li Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and began to settle accounts.

I don’t know how many designers have come to the second construction. Is there any old design that understands the bridge and can do mechanical analysis? Their circular ramp bridge base and bridge deck are short of manpower. It is best to have a few more to help them pull the bridge line again Check for errors.

Especially planning.

Their sightseeing battery car reached the port, and Weng Chengxian and Yi Xingbang just came out of the service area and waited in front of a group of people from Erjian.

Erjian Group is responsible for the design and construction of the entire artificial island, from the service area to the reserved trestle, and every design line of the Jinyu artificial island is drawn by the group of designers on the island.

Some of them are older, some are bald, and some are extraordinarily young.

All of them looked solemn, lest the chief engineer of the Nanhai Tunnel would get angry.

Of course, the person in charge of the Jinyu artificial island has already made countless fires.

They have heard warning words such as accountability, dismissal and compensation, and court prosecution countless times. The group's internal review meeting has not yet finished, and this group of designers came to Nanhai non-stop, just to check one by one, which link went wrong.

The leading designer was explaining the situation to Weng Chengxian with sincerity and trepidation.

Li Feng squinted his eyes slightly, looking at them, and suddenly found a man shrunk behind the crowd, always avoiding his sight.

The more you hide, the more familiar this person looks.

"Ok?"

Rhythm is ill, but his memory is excellent.

He blinked, and suddenly called out, "Qian Xuyang?"

With a hoarse and low voice, he immediately gathered everyone's attention.

Li Feng, the designer of the Nanhai Tunnel Bridge, is known to almost everyone.

Even though his face was pale and haggard, it couldn't stop the familiar face that often appeared on TV news and commendation conferences.

"Qian Xuyang, do you know lawyers?"

"Your classmates or friends? Can't tell."

"Little Qian, why didn't I hear you say that?"

Lufeng just shouted his name, and the active designers around him were already asking Qian Xuyang for questions with pleasant expressions.

In this line of work, having acquaintances is the best way.

What's more, they went to the island as a team, waiting for the accountability of the South China Sea Tunnel Project Department. If they were not careful, they might not be able to draw the design in this life.

Suddenly, an acquaintance of Qian Xuyang came here, and he was also a major designer of the South China Sea Tunnel Bridge. How could they not be excited!

The second construction designers had a good relationship with Qian Xuyang.

Almost everyone hinted, expressed, or encouraged Qian Xuyang to go forward to have a relationship with Li Feng.

However, Qian Xuyang was pushed forward by the crowd, his face was ashen, and his feet were like lead.

God knows how he got in front of Li Feng.

Because of the law, he lost his good job in the National Academy of Sciences, and was assigned by his father to the subordinate company of the Wuqueshan Bridge project team, drawing blueprints day and night.

He ate and lived with the construction workers, and painted every screw designed for the Wuqueshan Bridge so vividly that he got a good chance to leave the front line.

Finally, Qian Xuyang can sit comfortably in the office of the Second Construction Group, working as a designer of a state-owned enterprise from [-] to [-].

But he never dreamed that the design and construction project of the Jinyu artificial island service area handled by Erjian would have such a big problem!

It's so big that they need a group of designers sitting in the office to personally take the blame!

All eyes were on Qian Xuyang, waiting for the young man to start a friendly dialogue with the young lawyer to improve the relationship.

However, Qian Xuyang hesitated for a long time, what he said was not "Hi how are you", but——

"Lugong, I definitely didn't do the wrong design of the Jinyu artificial island! I studied Daoqiao, and I have drawn the construction drawings of the Wuqueshan Bridge for three or four years. I know the structure of the bridge well. trestle!"

Before he was tortured, Qian Xuyang's face was as pale as sick and weak, and he said a lot of words to shirk his responsibility.

The designers around have different expressions, and it's always not good-looking.

After all, when Qian Xuyang said he didn't do it, did he mean they did it?

"...What are you howling?"

Lu Feng was dizzy, and his brows were frowned by Qian Xuyang's noise.

Even if he was mentally exhausted, he could still understand the looks of the designers in front of him.

The team atmosphere needs to be maintained, not cut off at critical moments.

What he dislikes the most is facing a problem, not thinking about solving the problem, but thinking about the self-interested attitude of extracting himself from the problem.

No matter what Mr. Weng and other engineers think, at least for Lufeng, finding someone to take charge is not the most important thing.

He endured the symptoms of a cold, raised his voice, and rarely said seriously: "I called you here to help, not to hold a review meeting."

"If you are afraid of taking responsibility, work hard instead of rushing to throw the blame."